Azimuth, 2017

On January 13, 2017 my brother died. We used to text. Now that texting is not an option I have sought an alternative. People write to loved ones who are absent. In private moments messages are drafted then saved, deleted, burned, stowed safely away. I place a message in a bottle and cast it into another realm. But it isn’t random. Setting sail it has a destination and it knows who its for.

This work was exhibited with Busybrick in 2017.